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Your Machine
05:02
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You want to cook me breakfast
You want to clean my house
You want to hug and kiss me
You want to take me out
But I don't need no affection
Don't need to be adorn
You think we should get married
But that would be a bore
And though you're so good looking
Well it don't do shit for me
Just meet me later darling
Just call me when you're free
Let me be your machine
You're wishing I was broken
You're wishing I was clean
You're wishing for a kingdom
So I could be your king
But you'll wish in one hand
While the other sells you out
Don't say that I love you
No please just shut your mouth
If I want to hear opinions
I'd listen to your friends
'Cause they'll just keep on talking
But I'll never let them in
Let me be your machine
'Cause I can almost see it now
Yeah I can almost taste it now
Yeah I can almost hear you shout
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2. |
It is
05:14
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Twirl your hips my way
Well don't be afraid
I've spoken to plenty others
That claim to love each other
So they say
So they say
But I know what I know till it's already gone and it is
And it is what it is till you know where it is and it's gone
Everyone is out to get you
Same old state but a different attitude
My only friend is out waiting till it's dark
And he can tell that I won't even bark up your tree
Up your tree
But I know what I know till it's already gone and it is
And it is what it is till you know where it is and it's gone
But I know what I know till it's already gone and it is
And it is what it is till you know where it is and it's gone
Everybody knows what's going down
The city doesn't change it makes the sound
Of everyone that's there out in the streets
It don't change now, the people you meet
But you stay
You just stay
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Dribble
04:59
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Who says I'm alone
Cause I wait by the phone?
But you never call
Sometimes you just forget
it's true
I only see sunrays outside
To open up, to let it out, I tried
But it's not that hard
To open up again
To see you
Now I wait for you to come
Treat me like a son
I know it's wrong
Sometimes you just forget
it's true
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4. |
Backpocket Lover
05:15
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Babe you were the one, but when you call we don't have fun
And though you got it going for yourself please don't share with no one else
I'd like you here
I know they treat you nice, but they don't sing for you like I do
So their words will just fade to the sound of the parade
That I wrote for you
And it's all just lies
Don't think or criticize
Oh my backpocket lover
There will never be another
You'll just do what you have always done
Come back to me
I've saved your place while kissing other faces you don't know
Names you never heard with words that you'd prefer that I'd save for you
But don't be that way, cause at the end of the day I'll call you
A message on the phone, drunk talking slow
And it goes like this
You're out late
With your friends feeling great
Oh my back pocket lover
There will never be another
When you get this message won't you just please
Call me back
You got new friends
No I've never heard of him
Oh my backpocket lover
There will never be another
You'll just do what you were always told
And find someone who takes you in
And he'll pay your rent
I never saw you sticking around
Always thought that you skip town
Or at least
Wait for me
But now look
I said you never listen
I said you never listen
But watch your step
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Victim Doll
04:00
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Look out your window
Tell me the world is not green
I'd hate to be the one to tell you
Everything you love is a disease
Cause you're a victim doll
No friends at all
Crying at night
Struggling to sleep
The patient ones
All got their guns
Waiting for you
To walk through the door
Like you always do
Now you remain quiet
Watching the door with one eye
And when no one arrives
Don't you act so surprise
Cause you're a victim doll
No friends at all
Crying at night
Struggling to sleep
The patient ones
All got their guns
Waiting for you
To walk through the door
Like you always do
You let me down
In every sort of way
I would have stayed
But then I'd never leave
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Microphonic Corpus Christi, Texas
Microphonic is Robert Benys, Julio Correa, Andrew Benys, and Jason Jalufka. They are from the South Texas shipping hub called Corpus Christi.
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